Chapter 13
Ava
Light streams in through the hotel window.
I stretch like a cat and freeze when I feel the weight of an arm snake across my belly.
It wasn’t a dream. Mark is here curled up behind me.
He pulls me close and inhales deeply as he rouses from his sleep.
His hand splays across my stomach, pulling my ass tighter against him.
Other things rouse from their sleep too, and I stifle a giggle.
“Now I understand what the fuss is about.” Mark’s morning gravel sends tingles to my toes.
“Oh, and what’s that?” I ask, still facing the window. I attempt to sit up so I can go brush my teeth and pee. His other arm slips beneath me, and both of his warm hands pull me tighter against his chest instead.
“I slept so good, and waking up to a warm body stretching and pressing up against me in all the right places is… nice. Did you sleep well too?”
“Yes, but I gotta pee and brush my teeth. I bet I look like hell.”
Mark chuckles. He still sounds sleepy and adorable, but we’re not to that point yet where I can just flop over on his chest and share our breathing space before brushing my teeth.
He lets his fingers flex one more time against the smooth skin of my belly along the hemline of his shirt, since it rode up on me in my sleep.
He releases me with a soft moan and stretches his arms above his head.
I slip into the bathroom and quickly take care of business. When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I guffaw and wash my face. Whew, buddy, am I glad I didn’t roll over and let him get a view of that. I scrub my teeth and freshen up all my bits and pits. It’ll have to do…
Nope, it won’t do. I jump in a quick shower instead.
After toweling off and wrapping it beneath my arms, I grab my brush and walk out. I wish I’d thought to bring my clothes in here. Don’t know why I’m suddenly feeling so shy.
He sits up and runs his fingers through his tousled hair, and I enjoy the way his bicep flexes.
“Damn, I was hoping to see you in my shirt still, but the towel is just as nice. Colin called. They want to do breakfast in an hour.”
“Oh, okay,” I say, picking up my phone to see two missed calls and a text from Sydney. I answer her text before pulling out my clothes for the day and tossing them on the bed.
“Regrets?” he asks as he stands up, and damn, does the man look good in boxer briefs. I look back up at his smug smile and give him a soft one of my own.
“No, no regrets. I’m just processing everything. Things got a bit…wild.”
“I like your kind of wild.”
“You still like it in the daylight?”
He swaggers over to me and pulls me in for a hug. He smells like sleep, hotel covers, and man.
“Yes, I still like you in the daylight,” he mutters against my wet hair and drops a peck against it, silencing my inner freak out.
“Get that shower in before we end up late.” I reach down and smack his tight butt.
“Mmm, I could go for being a little late if you keep touching my ass like that,” he teases, pulling my hips flush with his so I can feel what that did to him.
I inhale and bite my lip, pushing him back playfully, which makes him chuckle.
He turns and begins pulling off his boxers as he walks to the bathroom, stopping to kick them off at the doorway so I can admire his ass. It’s… a fantastic ass…
He looks over his shoulder and smirks coyly at me and chuckles when he sees my face.
“I’ll leave the door open so you can…still get ready.”
I swallow hard. Being a little late doesn’t sound so bad. I shake my head. No, we may have started something last night, but I’m not going to have sex with him right now. It’s definitely going to happen, just not today.
I hear him turn on the shower, and the toilet flushes.
I brush my wet hair for a second letting my curiosity simmer underneath the surface of how he looks in there with all that water running down his shoulders.
Welp, here’s to being bold. He did invite me in there to get ready.
I walk over to the doorway with my cosmetic bag and lean against the frame to enjoy the side view peeking through the glass shower door.
He’s a fucking work of art. I must’ve made a little noise because he turns his head toward me and smiles like he just won a trophy.
“Like what you see?”
I clear my throat and nod, speechless. I can’t believe I had my hands and mouth all over all of that hard muscle last night.
My eyes follow the rivulets of water as he turns just enough for me to get a peek of his abs and that dark line of hair dusting toward his…
holy cow… How did that fit in my mouth last night?
I mean it’s not monstrous or scary, it’s just a lot larger than what I’ve been accustomed to.
Eric was on the very much average side of length and girth.
Mark is more. Mark’s cock is magnificent.
Okay… I’m rambling in my own head now. Shit.
Damn… Shit, damn, fuck. Get it together!
The war on my face must be spectacular because his sexy, low chuckle has me shifting toward the mirror in embarrassment.
I open my bag and pull out my cosmetics, intent on getting to work, but his eyes and smile catch my attention in the mirror.
“I don’t mind if you see me. I’m not shy. In fact, I enjoy the way your eyes just raked me over. So, question. I stand by my promise not to push it, but I’m just curious as to why sex was off the table last night?”
“I just wasn’t ready to go that far. Doing what we did was already out of the norm for me. I don’t want you to look at me like I’m a whore; it’s not that I don’t want you.”
“I wouldn’t look at you like a whore. I respect your decision. Thank you for being honest with me. I have to say, I’m happy to hear that you do want me.”
I glance over at him and see the want reflecting back in his eyes.
“I do.”
“I want you too, but I can live with other things for now.” Mark’s hands finish rinsing his body before he leans a hand on the wall and glides the other down to stroke his now very hard cock.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you a show. You look hungry, and breakfast isn’t for almost another hour. I was thinking maybe this could hold you over until then. Put your lipstick on for me.”
A small gasp leaves my throat at his command, and he chuckles again darkly. I lean in toward the mirror and slowly rim my lips in red. He groans, apparently happy with my job.
“Such gorgeous red lips.” He inhales as he strokes slowly. “Mascara now, Bella. Leave those lips parted as you concentrate.”
His words have my lower belly fluttering with anticipation.
I do as he asks, my breath stuttering out of me when I notice his hand beginning to stroke faster in the reflection.
Who knew putting on makeup could be so sexy?
I let my towel drop to expose my teal lacy cheek underwear and matching bra, and he hums in appreciation.
“Are those nipples hard for me?”
I trace my fingertips along the cups of thin lace and circle a nipple.
“Yes. Is this helping your little… show?”
“Fuck yes. I want more,” he answers raspily, excited with the prospect that I might play along.
I slip my hand underneath the lace and squeeze my breast gently, then squeeze them closer together to show off my cleavage.
He licks his lips and strokes faster. I reach behind me and unsnap the bra, and a strangled sound breaches his lips as if he is physically dying to see my bare breasts. I smirk and toy with the straps.
“Would you like to see them?”
“I want them.”
Need coils low in my belly at his brazen admission.
“Ask nicely.”
“Ava, baby, please.”
I slip a strap over one arm, then the other, holding the tiny fabric to my chest and watching his hungry gaze follow the movements.
I cover my nipples as I pull the lace out from underneath my arms and hang it to the side before dropping it onto the counter.
I knead a breast with my fingers, enjoying the growing hunger on his face.
I cup both breasts, still hiding my nipples from him, teasing him.
“Please.”
I bite my lip and move to sit on the edge of the counter.
“Please.” His plea comes out more urgently.
I lean back against the mirror and spread my legs for him at the same time that I circle my nipples with the pads of my middle fingers, baring them to him.
He lets out a low curse, his hips jerking his cock involuntarily into his hand harder than he was doing before. It emboldens me.
“Imagine your fist is my pussy, Mark,” I say seductively, reaching to rub myself through the lace for emphasis. His eyes look wild with need, his pupils blown with lust.
“It won’t feel right if you don’t get off too.” He closes his eyes with renewed determination then looks back at me before swiping his bottom lip with his tongue. “Slip a finger in for me and tell me how wet you are.”
He turned the tables on me again. My breath stutters from my chest. I want him. I do as he asks, and he curses again as he watches my fingers disappear beneath the fabric.
“Answer me.”
His deep, gravelly command has me clenching with need.
“I’m slick, and hot, and needy.”
He inhales deeply, matching the tempo of his stroke with my finger’s movements.
“I can’t wait to see that pretty pink pussy and get my cock inside of you. I’m dying to fuck you til you scream my name and forget that anything but my body consuming yours exists.”
My back arches with desire at his words. They’re dirty and intimate as hell. I whimper, feeling the stirring of an orgasm.
“That’s right, feel my words. Imagine my mouth and fingers all over you, like last night. Imagine my cock sliding in and out, over and over, until you tremble against me.”
I groan at the image that flashes in my mind and circle my clit faster, moving my hips against my fingers.
“Did you like my fingers deep inside you last night?” he growls, jerking himself faster, and I nod, a silent gasp opening my mouth wide. I’m so close.
“Come hard, just like you did around my fingers, baby. Make yourself feel good for me.”
I lean my head back and let the buzzing sensation in my toes take over.
It scatters along my limbs as my core clenches and releases like a burst of light, and I cry out.
Mark moans with satisfaction, and I hear his fist fucking his cock; the eroticism of it draws out my bliss.
I look back at him, and my eyes are instantly drawn to the splatter of creamy cum dripping down the glass.
I fucking missed the best part of the show, and I’m a tad disappointed with myself.
I bite my lip and pull my fingers from my panties, watching as his chest heaves, and he just stares at me.
“I missed the best part of the show,” I whine.
He chuckles and uses the spray to wash down the evidence of his own undoing.
“I didn’t, and it was a heart-stopper.”
“You and your words,” I tease.
“You and your body,” he banters back, and I grin. We both laugh as he turns off the shower and dries off. I don’t bother with any other makeup. Turning to go get dressed in the other room, Mark’s hand shoots out and pulls me up against his warm, damp chest.
“I really, really… can’t wait to be inside you.” He bends and kisses me deeply, savoring every nook and cranny of my mouth with his tongue so completely that a fire starts burning up my insides again. We pull away, breathless again with want.
“Get your sexy body covered with clothes before I quit being a gentleman.”
I bark out a laugh, because what he just did in that shower was far from gentlemanly.
“I’m starving anyway. Hurry up, big boy.”
A delicious rumble leaves his throat as I turn and skitter out of the bathroom before I let him be ungentlemanly.